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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

' So
they decided to 'bide a bit' till next Sunday. Dad, at first I wanted
to throw their job in their faces, only I always know that it is the old
Adam in me that feels like that, so I decided to 'bide a bit' too."
"It is a poor job, after all, my boy," said his father. "It's no
gentleman's job the way it is carried on in this country. To think of
your being at the bidding of a creature like Hayes!"
He could have said no better word. The boy's face cleared like the
sudden shining of the sun after rain. He lifted his head and said,
"Thank God, not at his bidding, dad. 'One is your Master,'" he quoted.
"But after all, Hayes has something good in him. Do you know, I rather
like him. He's--"
"Oh, come now, we'll drop it right there," said his father, in a
disgusted tone. "When you come to finding something to like in that rat,
I surrender."
"Who knows?" said the boy, as if to himself. "Poor Hayes. He may be
quite a wonderful man, considering all things, his heredity and his
environment.


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